Stop This Train

I really love this song. It’s simply amazing and makes me thinking about life.

No, I’m not colorblind
I know the world is black and white
Try to keep an open mind
But I just can’t sleep on this tonight

Stop this train
I wanna get off
And go home again
I can’t take the speed it’s moving in
I know I can’t
But honestly, won’t someone stop this train?

Don’t know how else to say it
Don’t want to see my parents go
One generation’s length away
From fighting life out on my own

Stop this train
I wanna get off
And go home again
I can’t take the speed it’s moving in
I know I can’t
But honestly, won’t someone stop this train?

So scared of getting older
I’m only good at being young
So I play the numbers game
To find a way to say that life has just begun

Had a talk with my old man
Said “help me understand”
He said “turn sixty-eight
You renegotiate”

“Don’t stop this train
Don’t for a minute change the place you’re in
And don’t think I couldn’t ever understand
I tried my hand
John, honestly we’ll never stop this train”

Once in awhile, when it’s good
It’ll feel like it should
And they’re all still around
And you’re still safe and sound
And you don’t miss a thing
Till you cry when you’re driving away in the dark

Stop this train
I wanna get off
And go home again
I can’t take the speed it’s moving in
I know I can
Cause now I see I’ll never stop this train

FAME Festival

I was born in small town in the south of Italy. This town, Grottaglie, in this period is full of important artists that are attending the FAME Festival. FAME Festival is a really interesting project: exchange skill between international artists and grottaglie’s ceramic makers is one side of this project. And, in fact, these artists are using all the ceramic techniques to improve their skills and are painting walls to make the city more interesting and to leave there part of their genius.
I’m really attracted by this project. I saw the big graffiti on the Tate Modern walls: they are the concrete example of how to make a awful building looking better. I hope this project will do the same with my little birth-town. πŸ™‚

The picture above is the wall paint of Erica il Cane in one of the most important place of the Grottaglie’s ceramic district. If you want to know more about that, you must visit the blog entry dedicated to this paint. Obviously, thanks to Angelo of Studio Cromie (which is also the organization man of the manifestation) to give me the permission to publish this picture. With the promise to do the best photo gallery as I can as soon as I arrive in Grottaglie (in about 4 weeks).

Italian Carnival @ London

Today I went to a placed called “Little Italy”. Nothing to share with the one in NY, but the italian presence in that place is very strong, as you can see from my photos. πŸ™‚

It was a religious event (in fact you can also see many photos of the procession), but with many “bancarelli” (I don’t understand why not “bancarelle“) full of typical italian flavours and dishes (like the tagliatelle I got). And the weather was also not so bad. πŸ™‚

A new day is coming! :)

Today I’ve learnt an important thing: don’t bring with you your iPod if you want to learn a new language. Ok, it sounds stupid, but it’s not. Listening constantly a new language is very important to learn and understand. πŸ˜‰

Today I went to Hanwell. The meaning of this trip is actually top secret, although I left in the photo gallery a big evidence! πŸ™‚ I’ll give you further update about that really soon… I hope so! :mrgreen:

In the afternoon I went to Hyde Park and I shot a lot of photos. I went to an area of the park where I’ve never been before, so it was a surprise for me.

Italian: oggi ho pure salvato “la vacanza” ad un italiano, che come me, viaggia con il telefonino con la batteria a terra! πŸ˜€

Mi ferma uno e mi fa: “sei italiano?”
Io: “si”
E lui: “mi serve un favore salvavita. Ho la batteria scarica e devo contattare il mio amico. Mi faresti usare il tuo cell per segnarmi il suo numero?”

A dire la veritΓ  ho avuto paura che fosse un bel trucco per fottermi il cellulare. Poi ho pensato… chi se ne frega. Effettivamente era veramente un ragazzo nei guai. Dall’Itaglia con furore! :mrgreen: